The Chase: You glance at me ever so meekly - yet fully aware of my pulsating lust for you - You draw me near, allow the chase to begin - Coaxing me close - close enough to smell the scent of your skin close enough to see the glint of light reflect off of the nape of your neck close enough to see the texture of your curls graze the softness of your shoulders - Our eyes meet and lock with an echoing thud my lips quiver as I breathe in the calm seduction - We are close enough that if I would dare reach out, our embrace would end the chase we both so vehemently crave - Instead I watch you from afar - never taking the risk to taint my chaste lechery Only my eyes caress the curves of your body I trace them - guarded in our distance I study them - trying desperately to comprehend the beauty of each movement - of each limb - I examine you - trailing the small of your back - wrapping around your waist - slowly down to your inner thighs - as though my unrelenting gaze could somehow unlock the captivating allure you hold within them - This moment is our Grecian Urn - This suppressed desire that so violently surges through our bodies - throbs in a rapid rhythm that keeps us in-sync - In this moment, Lust rules all - The judgmental glares of Society are overthrown by Nature - by Instinct - by overflowing Passion - Deep stares into each other's uninhibited desires, heavy breathing, biting of our bottom lips in an attempt to control our urges - An all too well-known Waltz - Our eyes flirt almost painfully bodies continuing to move seemingly as normal - only now we struggle to contain the smooth strokes of our bodies – An attempt at the beautiful Dance -

'THE CHASE'

WRITTEN BY NATASHA ENRIQUEZ

PHOTOS BY DIANE ABAPO

Rica Wade in ISSUE 03 / Photo: Diane Abapo, SUSPEND Magazine

Rica Wade in ISSUE 03 / Photo: Diane Abapo, SUSPEND Magazine

Rica Wade in ISSUE 03 / Photo: Diane Abapo, SUSPEND Magazine

Video portrait of Rica Wade, also titled "The Chase" by Natasha Enriquez.